Chapter 628: So He

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the signing ceremony.

Bai Liang was surprisingly proactive—he came to his company right after lunch.

Sister Yanzi was in tears—her little Bai Ge had finally come to the company; did he even remember he had a company?

This company, founded years ago, had grown from a tiny studio into its current scale—all thanks to her and Bai Liang's joint efforts.

Bai Liang's presence here felt odd, for over the past few years, he had set foot in the company only a handful of times.

Some employees had never even seen their boss; though they worked under Bai Liang and were physically close, their actual distance from him was sometimes no different from that of online fans.

So when Bai Liang showed up today, it sparked a sensation throughout the company.

Fortunately, Sister Yanzi now carried the authority of a CEO—standing beside Bai Liang, she had the effect of clearing the streets; otherwise, it might have turned into a fan meetup.

The proportion of fans among his employees was indeed not small.

After all, Bai Liang's appeal spanned wide—he didn't just attract female fans who liked his looks.

Esports, racing, skydiving, genius—there was always something to match any preference.

He even drew in men!

"I haven't been here in a long time—I barely recognize it anymore."

Bai Liang smiled and greeted employees, listening to their stifled screams, then casually said to Sister Yanzi.

Sister Yanzi rolled her eyes. "Our company's been renovated at least twice—you wouldn't recognize the layout. It's not just different from before; the area's changed too. My office is upstairs now."

"Then where's my office?" Bai Liang asked, suddenly hopeful.

He wasn't craving some tyrant CEO fantasy—he could indulge in that easily during acting.

He just thought of something amusing.

The CEO's office had a secret door leading to a hidden bedroom, and the bedroom's other exit connected to the secretary's office.

When there's work, the secretary handles it; when there's no work—

But Sister Yanzi, with her 37-degree mouth, delivered the coldest line: "Where would there be your office~?"

"I thought I was the boss?" Bai Liang asked, puzzled.

"You never come."

"Fair point~"

If it were anyone else, they'd surely have prepared an office for Bai Liang out of "respect," even if it sat unused, just to have someone clean it daily.

But Sister Yanzi? She wouldn't waste a single penny of her little Bai Ge's money.

Wool still comes from the sheep!

Likewise, Bai Liang didn't mind this "disrespect"—they were both fully committed.

Bai Liang had originally planned to make a brief appearance, then go find Na Zha, who was getting her makeup and wardrobe ready at a nearby five-star hotel. But Sister Yanzi insisted: since he'd come all this way, he should treat the employees to some perks—and literally "dragged" him around the company twice, giving out consolation gifts.

The effect was phenomenal.

Bai Liang felt like he'd become a Japanese idol holding a handshake event.

A regular corporate boss pulling this off would never get such a reaction—employees turned red-faced, wildly excited.

But… wasn't the number of black tights and miniskirts in the company a bit excessive?

Then again, remembering it was Valentine's Day, he figured those in black tights and miniskirts were probably rushing off to dates after work—so it made sense.

Still, the women in black tights and miniskirts were too enthusiastic—they even forced this seasoned player of romantic pursuits to make a hasty retreat.

He faked a bathroom break and ducked into Sister Yanzi's office.

After Na Zha's official signing, he'd clean up this unhealthy company culture of eyeing the boss!

He'd also abandoned his plan to find Na Zha—she'd told him that, according to tradition, they couldn't meet right now.

Bai Liang figured she meant wedding customs.

She truly loved weddings!

Valentine's Day is often a test for playboys—even the best time managers must stay alert on such a special day, wishing they had eight Gils—no, six arms and three heads.

So they could juggle six phones, replying to girls nonstop.

Even then, there was one prerequisite: they couldn't meet in person.

The so-called "Founding Master" or "Number One Romantic of the South" had begun his journey—his legendary battle against the "Seven Fairies" on Qixi Festival was about to unfold.

The last time people saw such a scene was when Stephen Chow rode the elevator in "A Chinese Odyssey."

"So that's where you hid."

Sister Yanzi strolled into her office, smiling, watching Bai Liang sprawled on her desk—she showed no annoyance, instead becoming a devoted assistant, fetching tea and water.

She hadn't done this in a long time—it felt nostalgic!

Bai Liang poked his head up from the computer: "I'm watching a livestream~"

"A livestream? Gaming?"

Sister Yanzi wasn't surprised—after all, her little Bai Ge was a legendary figure in esports.

Especially after Young Master Wang competed in a pro match last year, it reminded everyone again who the last non-professional player had been to command lightning here~

Plus, Bai Liang's father liked investing in gaming—so as long as "Black Myth" remained untested, people kept bombarding Bai Liang with demands.

Meanwhile, the heavy gaming elements in "Love O2O" and "You Are My Glory" had deeply tied Bai Liang to this industry.

Sister Yanzi: The game companies pay so much money!

Now she understood why so many celebrities endorsed weird games like "One Slash, 999 Levels" or "Bro, come chop me!"

But hearing this, Bai Liang shook his head. "I'm not watching anyone play games—I'm watching an outdoor livestream."

"What's he streaming?" Sister Yanzi asked curiously.

"Hmm… chasing girls."

"Huh?!"

Sister Yanzi always felt her computer had gotten a bit "dirty," how could it be used for such strange things?

Her first thought was that her little Bai brother couldn't possibly have gotten some inspiration from it and was about to do something weird again?

It was perfectly normal for Sister Yanzi to think this, since Bai Liang often did things that were truly abstract.

Of course, she wouldn't stop him.

As long as he didn't jump off Zhufeng, let him chase girls—after all, it was still relatively safe.

Bai Liang: Not necessarily.

The danger of chasing girls isn't always lower than that of extreme sports. Otherwise, how did Cheng's head disappear?

Or rather, normal dating is fine, but chasing a whole bunch of girls at once—that's basically an extreme sport, right?

With some time left before the signing ceremony, Sister Yanzi sat down beside Bai Liang to watch how the handsome guy in the livestream would chase girls.

Out of professional habit, she offered a brief critique: "He's decent-looking, but his proportions are a bit off."

Although Sister Yanzi's verbal evaluation seemed low, it was only because her standards were too high.

The guy on screen was clearly handsome, otherwise he couldn't have done this kind of livestream.

But the standard for top-tier idols in the entertainment industry? That's one where you fearlessly pick bones out of eggs.

"His tongue is pretty sharp—he's got potential to go viral."

"His tone is exaggerated, but that's exactly how you need to be for livestreaming and becoming an internet celebrity—it's like filming variety shows."